Twelve years ago, has been up to, Xiuchun table top. Feet healthy, do not bother species of bamboo sticks, rocks wear through the Ridge. Mad gas fading old habits, heavy to remain good scenery. Like animal husbandry, golden still, to wander the cold mountain air. Hill, under Jiang Liu Yong. Jiang, the Chinese yam and dark. Wang Zhongyuan where tigers still stalk. The scale of non-sentence Li Qian Jin, Shi Fu career really Eqing. Asked past and present, how the universe actually, no province.